[djskrimp]

Eating

I love Ritter Sport....

Hastily trying to prioritize. I go away for a week on Tuesday morning, and I'm approaching the stage where I always get paranoid that I'm going to forget to pack something important. So excited though, get to catch up with a close friend I haven't seen in months.

Mixing my shiz and wondering why the shit there is only one guitar track that's been duplicated three times when I recorded two dubs. What. The. Shit.

Playing a game of Djenga.

Playing a game of Djenga.

Would your user name by any chance be from the Fear Factory song?

Playing a game of Djenga.

in F#

Playing a game of Djenga.

Would your user name by any chance be from the Fear Factory song?

Nah. I'm actually named for my profession. I travel around with an extreme circus group... I can REPLACE leeches into my urethra and then fling them up to 50 metres.

Playing a game of Djenga.

in F#

And everyone loses.

Mixing my shiz and wondering why the shit there is only one guitar track that's been duplicated three times when I recorded two dubs. What. The. Shit.

You are a much tighter guitarist than you thought. Metro-fucki-nomic precision. You could do 48 overdubs and ot would still sound like one track duplicated. Somewhere Jaymz Hetfield weeps as he prepares to hand over the baton. Actually Jaymz hetfield weeping is not that uncommon anymore since he became Emo-Jaymz.

Right now i'm getting ready to go get my first ID. I put that off for a LOOONG time.

Being awake way earlier than I should be to try and get Mumford & Sons tickets. If this fails, I shall rage.

right now im sick and my heads stuffed listened to heavy as a really heavy thing 5 times through today... SWEET CITY JESUS!

Being awake way earlier than I should be to try and get Mumford & Sons tickets. If this fails, I shall rage.

Mumfie and Sons fans don't rage, Leechy. You have the options of a.) sniffling into your cardigan sleeve or b.) drowning your sorrows in hand-knitted yogurt.

Being awake way earlier than I should be to try and get Mumford & Sons tickets. If this fails, I shall rage.

Mumfie and Sons fans don't rage, Leechy. You have the options of a.) sniffling into your cardigan sleeve or b.) drowning your sorrows in hand-knitted yogurt.

I shall do neither. I shall find the central hub of Ticketmaster and blow it up, then strangle all the remaining living bastards with a series of increasingly silly looking tweed jumpers just so they know why.

Apparently they pretty much all sold out on the presale because whatever site organised it was allowing people to buy up to 20 tickets for shows in venues that only hold about 500-750 people.

Enjoying a midnight snack after 2 awesome hours of Maiden. YEEEEEEAAAAH!!!

Playing a game of Djenga.

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